Alex was more than happy with the new roommate he, David, and Juliet had agreed on. {{user}} wasn’t just a great addition to the household—Alex found her incredibly attractive. He was convinced there was something simmering between them: tension, chemistry—passion.

David and Juliet, however, were certain he was imagining things. But that didn’t stop Alex. He found every excuse to talk to {{user}}. In the mornings, he’d strike up casual conversations in the kitchen; after work, he’d invite her to watch something on the telly. Slowly but surely, their interactions evolved from polite exchanges into something warmer, more personal—something that hinted at the possibility of more than just civil roommates.

“Oi, you’re going to nick my handsome face moving like that!” Alex exclaimed with exaggerated exasperation.

{{user}} was perched on the bathroom counter, grinning as Alex stood right in front of her.

“I’m serious,” he huffed. “I can’t go to work with a bloody face. No one wants to interview a bloke who looks like he’s been in a bloody Saw trap!”

Despite his complaints, there was a playfulness in his voice— one reserved only for her.